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Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble The is the hot spot, full of mad criminals Who don't care, beers, we all stare At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North we get the four pounders, and take their face off The is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, watch us and us And killer coppers, come through in helicopters I drink a little vodka, a L and hold a Glock for The fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot it can't happen til I, trap em and clap em And leave em done, won't even run about I don't believe in of that shit, your facts are backwards Nas is a rebel of the street Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me pressure
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Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your type of fella drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller Who's on the corner, rolling up blessed When I dress, it's never nothing less than Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back Love sins and my friends sell crack This nigga raps with a razor, it under my tongue The drop-out, never liked the shit from day one Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab So I guzzle my Hennesey while on mad blunts The brutalizer, de-sizer, accelerator The type of nigga who be in your elevator Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's black frames Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine's and
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No see my, stacks are fat, this is what it's about the BDP conflict with MC Shan Around the time when Shante the Real Roxxane I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the Every day's a different plan that had us running cops If it wasn't hanging out in front of spots We was at the candy factory, the locks Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the man a yard God, let me see a hundred grand Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man But if I hit rock bottom I'ma be the Son of Sam Then call the crew to get too With Swoop, Hakim, my Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow Mike'll it, Mayo, you count the profit My is on the streets, this way the Jakes'll never stop it It's your brain on drugs, to all fly and thugs respect to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love
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